Daisy’s POV
I lead Noah into the bathroom apprehensively, I know this is a bad idea, that he’s hurt and should rest, but I also see the hunger in his gaze as he looks at me, and I’m powerless to turn him down.
Shutting the door, I release his hand, moving toward the shower and reaching inside, turning on the water. Stepping back, I turn back to Noah who watches me predatorially, his hands fisting at his sides as he fights not to reach for me.
‘Strip’ he orders gruffly.
I don’t hesitate, my arms crossing over my chest, my hands curling around the hem of the simple top I’m wearing before I tug upward, pulling the material up and over my head.
I hear the hiss of appreciation as the hot pink bra I put on today comes into Noah’s view, I knew he’d like it, that might be part of the reason I
